The mystical creatures come out at night,
they cannot survive in the light...
Have you ever seen the
World in its depths...
Words are spoken, and yes they hurt,
Thoughts are put into sound...
Eaten Alive.
She got beneath my skin and she ate me alive...
There are so many things we take for granted
We just don't realize...
She's hiding behind covers of fate
Running before it's far too late...
A tipped bottle on the windowsill
next to the wine cascade...
We do but serve the servants
through our own free will...
Let me tell you what i did today
I drew the world...
Standing by the gates,
Swinging black and gold...
Wind chimes sneaking over the terrace,
creaking parasols mourning the change of season...
Fresh blood, frozen tears
poisonous friendship, blinding fears...